The quarterly light verse webzine

INTERVAL TWO: THE JOY OF SIX

Bruce McGuffin: Gene's Teeth

Gene, he was curious why he was carious,I know his toothpaste selections were various.Once he used jelly, and twice he used bubble gum.That's why Gene’s teeth are all covered with yellow scum.What I can't tell you exactly is why GeneNever considered his poor dental hygiene.

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L .A. Mereoie: Into The Wide Blue Honda

The countryside! It soothes the brain, So town-frayed nerves begin to mend –Until the season’s here again When rubber screams on some blind bendAnd, racing down a narrow lane, A tourist reaches journey’s end.

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Mae Scanlan: Bummalo

It may have, one time, been your luckTo dine with friends on Bombay duck.You no doubt wouldn’t want to knowThat what you ate was bummalo,Which means your hifalutin’ dishWas − euww! − an Asian lizard fish.

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Bruce McGuffin: The Dog's Apology*

Of all the things that I like doingThe one that I like best is chewingI'm sorry your new shoe is tatteredI didn't think it really mattered.But I'm a dog, that's what I do.Yours was the shoe I chose to chew.

*The Canine-American companion animal with whom I share my home has asked me to clarify that she was not the inspiration for this poem.

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L. A. Mereoie: Sound of Mind?

Plagued by a nagging noise all day – The kind of short sharp clickBent knees emit when people pray− A patient thought, “I’m sick!”Until he heard his doctor say, “It’s just a nervous tick.”

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Mae Scanlan: Unguiculate

Unguiculate a cow is not, For she’s equipped with hooves.She doesn’t think of this a lot Before she makes her moves.The Good Lord fashionedHer unimpassioned.